LOGINLily Carter stood in front of the elevator doors, clutching a steaming cup of coffee in one hand and her new employee ID in the other.
Her heart thumped.
She still couldn’t believe she got the job.
Alexander Knight actually hired me?
To be fair, the man didn’t exactly seem thrilled about it. In fact, his smirk before dismissing her yesterday still gave her goosebumps—not the good kind, but the what-have-I-gotten-myself-into kind.
Still, a job was a job, and she needed this one.
Squaring her shoulders, she inhaled deeply and stepped inside the elevator. The smooth jazz music did nothing to calm her nerves.
Today was the start of her new life—and she was determined to prove Alexander wrong.
What’s the worst that could happen?
The 47th floor of Knight Enterprises was a whole different world.
It was nothing like the lower floors, where employees bustled in open cubicles. Up here, the atmosphere was colder, sharper, more powerful.
The executive offices were lined with floor-to-ceiling glass, and everything—from the black leather chairs to the marble desks—screamed wealth.
Lily’s heels clicked against the polished floor as she walked toward her new workspace, which was a sleek desk just outside Alexander Knight’s office.
She dropped her bag onto the chair and admired her new domain.
It was all neat and organized, stocked with expensive-looking stationery and a high-tech computer monitor. There was even a tiny espresso machine in the corner.
"Okay, not bad," she murmured.
But before she could bask in the excitement, the door to Alexander’s office swung open.
And there he was.
In a flawless navy-blue suit, looking every bit the cold, ruthless CEO he was known to be.
"Miss Carter," he greeted coolly, adjusting the cuffs of his shirt. "You’re late."
Lily blinked.
She glanced at the time. 8:00 AM sharp.
"But I’m right on time!" she argued.
He lifted an unimpressed brow. "Your desk should be set up, your computer on, and my schedule prepared by now. In my world, ‘on time’ is already late."
Her stomach sank.
Oh, this job was going to be hell.
Determined to redeem herself, Lily jumped into action.
She hurried to grab the printed schedule she had prepared the night before, smoothed it out, and handed it to him.
"Your schedule for the day, sir!" she said cheerfully.
Alexander took it without a word and scanned the paper.
For a brief second, he looked impressed.
Then his expression turned unreadable. He lifted his icy gaze.
"Why is there a lunch meeting with 'Chris Hemsworth' at noon?"
Lily froze.
Wait. What?
She snatched the paper back and gasped.
Monday, 12:00 PM
Lunch Meeting with Chris Hemsworth
Her face burned.
"I—I didn’t write that! I swear! I must have—"
She checked her laptop, frantically scrolling through the document. And that’s when she saw it.
At some point last night, while half-asleep, she must have auto-filled the schedule and somehow replaced a name with her own personal fantasy.
Because right under the 'Chris Hemsworth' lunch meeting, she found:
4:00 PM: Board Meeting with Iron Man
7:00 PM: Dinner with Captain America
Her soul left her body.
Alexander exhaled slowly, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Miss Carter."
"Y-Yes?"
"Are you aware that I do not run Marvel Studios?"
Lily wanted to die.
"That was a mistake," she babbled. "A—a complete accident! I must have—oh my God, I swear I didn’t mean to put—"
"Fix it."
His voice was calm. Deadly calm.
Lily nodded rapidly. "Yes, sir! Right away, sir!"
Alexander sighed, rubbing his temple. "And bring me coffee. Black. No sugar. No cream. No nonsense."
"Of course! Absolutely!"
Desperate to redeem herself, Lily grabbed the coffee cup from her desk—the same one she had been holding since she walked in—and spun around too quickly.
The next few seconds happened in slow motion.
Her foot slipped.
Her grip failed.
And in a horrifying, cinematic disaster, the entire cup of coffee went flying through the air... straight toward Alexander Knight’s crisp, expensive suit.
A second later, a hot brown stain spread across his once-perfect white shirt.
The room went silent.
Lily froze.
Alexander just stared at her.
His face gave away nothing, but the tension in the air could have crushed her soul into dust.
Melissa, the receptionist, happened to walk by at that exact moment, took one look at the scene, and whispered under her breath:
"...She’s dead."
Lily gulped.
"...Would you believe me if I said this was also an accident?"
Alexander inhaled deeply.
Then, in an eerily calm voice, he said:
"Miss Carter."
"Y-Yes?"
"Leave."
Lily panicked. "L-Leave as in ‘go home for today’? Or leave as in forever?"
His jaw clenched.
She stepped back. "Right. Okay. I’ll—uh—I’ll just go get you a clean shirt, shall I?"
Before he could respond, she spun on her heel and bolted out the door.
As soon as she reached the hallway, she leaned against the wall and let out a breath.
Her first day was going spectacularly bad.
And judging by the murderous look in Alexander Knight’s eyes, it wasn’t going to get any easier.
Alexander Knight didn’t answer immediately.The message sat on his screen, glowing against the darkness of his office.We need to talk. No silence. No protection. Just truth.For years, Alex had negotiated hostile takeovers, dismantled billion-dollar threats, and stared down men who built their lives on destruction.None of that felt as terrifying as this moment.Because Lily wasn’t asking for strategy.She was asking for honesty.And honesty meant surrendering control.He locked his phone, stood, and moved toward the window. The city below pulsed with careless life, people unaware of how fragile everything really was.He had always believed that if he carried the weight alone, others wouldn’t have to bend under it.But Lily had bent anyway.Because of him.Alex unlocked the phone again and typed only one line.Tell me where you are. I’m coming.____________Sebastian’s Place — An Hour LaterLily heard the elevator doors open long before the knock came.Her spine straightened instinct
Alexander Knight stared at his phone long after the boardroom emptied.The glass walls reflected only him now—one man standing in a room built for power, control, certainty. The city outside glowed indifferent, traffic threading through streets like veins carrying life that had nothing to do with his war.The screen stayed dark.No answer.No rejection either.Just silence.And for the first time in years, silence didn’t feel like something he could command.He exhaled slowly and set the phone down, fingers lingering against the polished surface of the table. His pulse was steady, but something beneath it—something older, more dangerous—was stirring.He had exposed Elara.Not completely. Not yet.But enough.Enough to provoke her.And that meant Lily was no longer standing near the battlefield.She was standing in the center of it.Alex closed his eyes briefly.I should have told you.The thought returned, heavy and merciless.He had spent years convincing himself that withholding inf
The boardroom at Knight Enterprises had always been designed to intimidate.Floor-to-ceiling glass walls overlooked the city like a silent warning. The table—polished black stone—reflected faces back at themselves, forcing anyone seated there to confront their own expressions. Power lived in this room. Decisions that ruined companies and built empires were made here with calm voices and steady hands.Alexander Knight stood at the head of the table, jacket perfectly pressed, posture immaculate.Inside, everything was coiled.He had called this meeting himself—technically.Elara had requested it. Urgently. Dramatically. With just enough vagueness to force compliance. Alex had agreed without hesitation, because hesitation was exactly what she wanted.The board members filtered in one by one, murmuring greetings, shuffling papers, unaware they were stepping into a carefully laid snare.Elara Wainwright Carter entered last.She wore ivory.Not black. Not gray. Ivory—soft, expensive, disarm
The first thing Lily realized was that the documents didn’t lie.They didn’t shout either.They sat there quietly on the screen in front of her, rows of transactions, timestamps, offshore accounts, shell companies nested inside other shell companies like a Russian doll of corruption. Nothing dramatic. Nothing obvious.That was what made them terrifying.Sebastian stood a few feet away, arms folded loosely, watching her without hovering. He had learned long ago that pressure made people defensive. Space made them honest.Lily scrolled slowly, forcing herself not to skim.She had always been good with details. Elara had beaten that into her—not literally, never in ways that left visible marks, but through constant correction, constant scrutiny.Read it again. You missed something. Careless girls make mistakes.So Lily read everything twice.Then a third time.Her jaw tightened.“These transfers,” she said at last, tapping the screen, “they’re staggered. Not large enough individually t
Lily Carter did not cry when she stepped into Sebastian’s car.That surprised her more than anything else.She had cried enough in her life—quietly, behind locked doors, into pillows that never told anyone what they heard. Elara had taught her early that tears were a weakness, something to be punished or mocked or weaponized later.So Lily learned control.And tonight, control was the only thing holding her upright.The car door closed with a soft, final click, sealing her inside a space that smelled faintly of leather and cold air. The city lights slid across the darkened windows as the vehicle pulled away from the curb, smooth and deliberate.Sebastian sat beside her, his posture relaxed, his expression unreadable. He didn’t look at her right away. He didn’t rush to speak. He knew better.Silence had always been one of his sharpest tools.Lily stared straight ahead, hands folded tightly in her lap, nails pressing crescents into her skin. Her heartbeat was steady—not calm, but contro
Alexander Knight didn’t go home.He sat in his office long after the city dimmed outside the glass walls of Knight Enterprises, the skyline reduced to flickering reflections on the floor. The silence pressed in on him, thick and relentless.Lily’s voice replayed in his head.I need to understand my life without someone deciding what I can handle.He leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling as if it might collapse under the weight of everything he had buried.For years, he had convinced himself that silence was strength.That knowing less kept people alive.His phone lay untouched on the desk. No messages. No missed calls.He deserved that.Alex stood abruptly and crossed the office, stopping in front of the locked cabinet beneath the window. He crouched, entering a code he hadn’t used in years.The drawer slid open with a soft click.Inside lay a thin black folder.Dust coated its edges.He pulled it out slowly, like it might burn him.Berlin.The word alone tightened his ches







